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Gerard's P.O.V

I wanted so badly to ask Frankie about last night. About what I thought had happened and if it was real, but everyone swamped around me and seemed to be asking me a billion questions at once.

I looked over at Frank and saw him looking back at me with a questioning look. I know that he was probably thinking the same thing that I was. After a moment, he turned into the kitchen.

"So?" A voice abruptly asked me.

"Huh? What?" I looked up at Ray, who had asked the question. He just looked at me as if I was stupid.

"Were you even listening to me?"

"No. Sorry. I zoned out." I replied sheepishly

"You want to go with us to get breakfast?" Great. It seemed that they were going to do what they always did: act all nice and s**t while trying to help me. Joy.

"Fine, but let me get Frank." And with that I walked towards the kitchen. I was hoping that he had not jumped out of the window. He's done it before, but hurt himself in the process.

I walked into the room and did not see him at first. When I did notice him, I saw that he was laying on the counter like a corpse. There were muffled sounds coming from the other room. Probably just the boys debating whether or not to come in after me. I waited a couple of seconds to see if they would.

Nothing.

Good.

So I proceeded to the counter and poked him. He cracked open an eye and looked at me.

"Are you going to stop playing dead and come with us for breakfast?" I asked.

"Sure, but can I get a shower?" He replied.

"Yeah. You reek." I made a gesture as if trying to wave the invisible fumes from the air in front of my face.

He punched me lightly, saying, "Then I guess I have to burn those sheets that we slept on last night."

After he said 'we slept on...' he voice got softer until it faded off in a distracted manner. He suddenly jumped off the counter and sauntered into the adjacent room. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to talk to me and tell me what he was thinking.

Franks P.O.V

"Then I guess I have to burn those sheets that we slept on last night." As soon as the word escaped from my mouth I regretted it.

I thought that Gerard might have feelings for me; why else would he have kissed me? But I still wasn't sure about how I felt. So I just left the room, thinking I would talk to him later.

"Hey where are you going." Mikey yelled at me from the couch when he saw me walking away.

"To shower. I'm not going out looking smelling like s**t." I flippantly replied, not glancing over my shoulder.

"You never cared before! What's with the change of character?"

"I have not showered in two days." I lied. The truth was that I just wanted some time alone with my thoughts.

As I was walking away I heard someone ask Gerard what was wrong with me. He must have followed me out.

I grabbed some fresh cloths and a towel before entering the bathroom. After stripping ,I turned on the hot water, waiting for it to become the perfect temperature before stepping in. Letting the soothing water cascade over my body, I fell into thought. Was I falling in love with my best friend? I didn't even know for sure if he liked me.

I had to find out.

With that goal set, I determinedly washed, got dressed, and ran out into the living room, not caring that my hair was a right mess and still dripping wet. Everyone was still sitting where I had left them, watching TV. None of them looked up, not even Gerard.

That hurt a little.

"So, time to get going." I said looking around, after gaining my composure once again.

***

We loaded into the van and drove to Waffle House. I felt like a little kid walking in there. The reason was that I decided (after a talk with Mikey) to make Gerard's life as peculiar as I could.

So, as we were crossing the street, I grabbed his hand and screamed at the top of my little lungs--
"USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM!"
--And ran with his hand still in mine.
By the time we walked in, Gerard was blushing a deep red. It seemed as if we had attracted many glares from all the present customers. (Most likely from church. You could tell by the way that they were dressed.)

"Welcome to Waffle House! How many?" A nice looking young girl asked us.

"Five." Bob said. "And I think that we might need a booster seat."

"For who?" I asked still holding Gees hand.

"You." He glanced at me then conspicuously down at my hands. I blushed.

The pretty girl showed us our table and I slid in between Mikey and, to his joy (hopefully?), Gerard.

"Kathy will be right with you." The hostess said as she passed out the menus.

"What are you guys going to get?" Ray asked as they all settled in and began to study the menu.

"I wonder if they have pancakes?" I questioned casually, trying to piss them off.

"Um..." Mikey was looking at me with a look that just screamed 'did you really just ask that?'

Giving into the urge of seeing the others' reactions, I looked around the table. Looks like they decided to adopt the same look as Mikey.

"What?" It was all I could do to keep myself from break into insane giggling.

I ended up just getting hash-browns and a waffle. After engaging a long fight with 'Kathy' about how they could in fact make me a pancake and still call the place 'Waffle House', that is. I mean, IHop sells pancakes and waffles, right?

I got bored half way throw eating and ended up flicking my hash-browns at Rays hair as he flirted with "Kathy".

I was having fun, can't you tell?

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Gerards P.O.V

What's with Frankie?

Between the hand holding and acting like a kid (more so than usual)I thought I was going to go insane!

He was throwing hash-browns at Ray again...

I looked at Bob and mouthed 'Help', but he just looked at me shook his head then went back to his breakfast.

Unhelpful b*****d.

I thanked God when it was time to go. We almost ran out of the place, because everyone looking at us weird. They must have thought we were drunk or high.

When we were back in the van, everyone looked at Frankie with smoldering annoyance.

"What the HELL?!" We all said at the same time.

"Hey, I always act like that." He said turning the other way to stare out the window, avoiding looking into anyone's eyes.

"Yes, but not to the extent." Ray pointed out. "Do you know how long it's going to take me to pick out all of the food that threw at me?"

"You do have to admit that that was funny." Mikey stated looking at Ray with a smirk.

"Not helping!" All of us yelled.

What were we going to do with him.

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Franks P.O.V

My plan was working to well. Do I feel an evil laugh coming on? The only bad thing was that it was pissing everyone off. Oh well. It was fun!

The drive to my house was a quiet one. Bob dropped me off with Gee so I guess that means he is going to stay with me again.

The first thing that Gee did when we got inside was plop down and turn on the TV.

"Do you mind if I have Lenore Rose over?" I asked innocently. Lenore, as we called her, was an old friend who would help me with annoying Gee.

"Your house." He muttered, not even deigning to look away from the TV. This would not do.

So, I jumped over the couch and sat on top of him, starling him. "Why wont you talk to me?" I asked with a small pout.

"I just did." He was still not looking at me!

"Fine. Be that way." I pouted cutely even more, trying to sound like a little kid who was denied a cookie.

It took Danni no time at all to get over to my place. She did her normal banging on the door screaming that the zombies were going to eat her liver, which she swore they liked more than brains.

Getting up, I opened the door and she came running in, giving me a hug before she ran to Gee.

"How's it going with the..." I knew what she was going to say and started making wild no motions behind Gerard so that she could see. "Um, living." Finishing with as much grace as always.

"As good as it can get, I guess." You could tell that she did not know what to say. I think that was the first time that I ever saw her speechless.

She stayed for three hours. In that time we managed to break four cups and shatter a stack of dishes. We are so the best at reeking hell.

I looked over at Gee, who looked pissed. I walked slowly over to where he was sitting on the couch feeling a bit guilty.

"Are you..." At the sound of my voice he stood up.

"I'm... going to go for a smoke." And with that, he stomped out the front door in a huff. I gave him about two hours to cool off before I set out to find him.

It took me all of three minutes. He was in the park sitting on a swing with three empty beer bottles lying on the ground around him.

"Gee, You good?" I asked not sure which Gee I was going to get.

"What do you think you're playing at." Damn. I got the pissed one. Sighing, I walked over to the swings and attempted to say something. Anything that could explain my reasons for acting the way I had without getting a punch in the face.

"I just want..."I started but soon gave up and started walking away. I hadn't even taken two steps before Gerard stopped me, turned me around, and grabbed my face so that I had to look at him in the eyes. His turn to interrogate me it seems.

"Tell me." It was an order, not a question.

"Fine! Do you li-like me?!" I covered my mouth quickly because I sort of yelled it without any real thought. He moved his hands away, I could smell the alcohol on him.

It was then that I finally realized that if he could get me that concerned about him, then I must really like him.

I still don't know about love.

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Gerards P.O.V

Did he just ask what I think he asked?

The question bounced around in my intoxicated mind, begging to be answered.

Should I tell him?